Quotes About Loss

All I wanted was something normal, a day like last Tuesday when Mimi was still alive, which was less than a week ago. I wanted to walk to Stoneybrook Middle School with Mary Anne, open the side door, which we sometimes use because it's close to my locker, saunter through the halls, look for the other club members or maybe for Dorrie Wallingford or Ashley Wyeth or some other friend, and hope that a boy would notice my outfit and smile at me.

I wished my dad had seen it.

Normally, my friends and I laugh and joke while we walk to school. Not today. Just the thought that someone we knew might have died put a dark cloud over everything. The main building of Stoneybrook Middle School loomed in the distance, and my heart started thudding faster. I think everyone's did.

why it is worse to lose something than not to gain it.

All are going to lose everything they love in this world. Why would one want to be anything but kind to them in the meantime?

Now? Why now? Why am I missing her now, Frankie? Why not then? When she was there? Why am I afraid that I'm gonna' lose her when she's already gone. And this fear--this fear swarms through me--floods my whole body 'til there's nothing left. Nothing left of me. And then it turns--it turns to a fear for my whole life. Like my whole life is lost from losing her. Gone. That I'll die like this. Lost. Just lost.

Death is the period at the end of a sentence. Someone gone, but still out there, is an ellipsis...or a question to be answered.

I miss how things were familiar with him, even if it was the familiar feeling of being let down.

The moment I drove away in September I felt like someone was following our car with an eraser, rubbing out my old life.

Ling, my soul you sting, in pain I sing, my coffin you bring.

Disappointment, when it involves neither shame nor loss, is as good as success; for it supplies as many images to the mind, and as many topics to the tongue.

AMISSION  (AMI'SSION)   n.s.[amissio, Lat.]Loss.

GOMER: Get Out of My Emergency Room; "a human being who has lost—often through age—what goes into being a human being" (the Fat Man).

Ere I was old? Ah woeful Ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! O Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit-- It cannot be that Thou art gone!

They parted—ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.

EPITAPH ON AN INFANT Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,   Death came with friendly care: The opening Bud to Heaven convey'd,   And bade it blossom there.

He lifted his gaze to the framed photograph of Tanya and him taken on their wedding day. God, she had been lovely. Her smile had come through her eyes straight from her heart. He had known unequivocally that she loved him. He believed to this day that she had died knowing that he loved her. How could she not know? He had dedicated his life to never letting her doubt it.

died. But he couldn't take the

The bullies who instilled that hatred were never made to account. I think they should. I think they should because he died that day, too.

dead." Her heart rate ticked up. She glanced at

He'd been such a solid presence beside her, Strong, warm, vibrant. So different from that form beneath the sheet in the mougue

Hoot, the odds are good that we're going to locate bones, and that'll be all that's left of those ladies who had futures, dreams, and people who loved them. Now, can you look at the faces in those pictures and still whine about a little bad weather? Hmm?

Will was dead, but Missouri Ann was going to have a baby. Birth and death were God's way, she told herself. Joy and sorrow were joined together.

Sometimes it seemed as if the burden of each death was added to the others until she was bowed under the weight of dead souls.